Wu Tao Wen Guan

Chapter 496 Sorry, I'm Busy

While Zheng Yue was calculating, Eke was not idle.

He held the test report provided by Su Yurou and the customer experience records of the beauty salon, and tirelessly questioned the female secretary.

Before long, the man took out his phone again and spoke excitedly with someone.

"What's he doing?" Lin Fan asked in a low voice.

"Asking colleagues at the research institute to help him find information."

Zheng Yue smiled, "It seems you've given Eke quite a shock."

"Shock? What shock?" Lin Fan was indifferent. "Does he think only they can develop new drugs?"

"When I have time in the future, I can invent better drugs than the beauty scar removal cream."

"Xiao Fan, I believe in you."

Zheng Yue looked at Lin Fan with a charming smile, "You are the most amazing!"

Lin Fan was embarrassed by the praise and shook his head shyly.

"Mr. Lin." Eke sat down again after finishing his call.

He asked with a complicated expression, "Mr. Lin, which university did you graduate from, and who is your teacher?"

Lin Fan chuckled self-deprecatingly, "My family was poor when I was a child. I didn't even finish high school and never went to college."

The female secretary dutifully translated for both parties.

Eke's face was filled with surprise and disbelief.

He repeatedly shook his head, seemingly unable to accept this fact.

"Then who did you study under?" Eke's voice was a little stuttered, "If possible, I would like to visit your esteemed teacher."

A picture of a white-bearded old man with a youthful face and an ethereal demeanor flashed through his mind.

In his understanding, Lin Fan must have been trained by some reclusive master, otherwise, it would be difficult to explain how Lin Fan achieved so much at such a young age.

This is how it's always portrayed in movies and TV shows: every young achiever has a formidable master behind them.

The smile on Lin Fan's lips quickly widened, "I really don't have a master."

"This..." Eke's eyes widened further, staring intently at Lin Fan as if to discern the truth of his words.

Lin Fan's smile was open and calm. He sat in his chair nonchalantly, offering no further explanation.

Zheng Yue was momentarily lost in thought.

Confident people are the most charming!

She liked Lin Fan at this moment, as if nothing in the world could move him. When her gaze met his eyes, her heart involuntarily settled.

"Mr. Lin, I truly cannot believe it."

Eke murmured, "You have no higher education, no teacher, yet you cured an epilepsy patient with your unique method and invented a new drug that leaves no scars.

He gave a thumbs up, "You have made me see Chinese medicine in a new light. I had many misunderstandings about you before, and I apologize."

Finally, he sighed, "You are a remarkable person, and this is a magical land."

"Mr. Lin, are you free recently?"

"I would like to have a more in-depth discussion with you, for example, how you overcame epilepsy."

Lin Fan listened quietly as the female secretary translated, and a hint of caution gradually rose in his eyes.

His pupils contracted. From Eke's subtle facial expressions and breathing changes, he could roughly gauge what the man was thinking.

The other party's eyes concealed a desire, his breathing was a little rapid, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly from time to time, indicating inner tension.

Lin Fan pointed in the direction of Luofeng Village, "I'm sorry, I've always been very busy. Many people in my hometown live in poverty and need my medical skills to provide them with healthcare."

He stood up, "Ah Yue, it's getting late. I need to go home."

He then turned his gaze to Su Yurou, "You can discuss the rest with them."

"Okay," Su Yurou nodded.

"Xiao Fan, you..." Zheng Yue was reluctant. They had just met and were about to part, how could she bear it.

"When you have time, you can come to the village to find me," Lin Fan said with a gentle smile.

He then walked out of the coffee shop.

It was already past seven in the evening, and the streets were bustling with traffic.

Lin Fan hesitated for a few minutes before slowly driving the van.

"God bless me, please don't let me encounter the traffic police."

Being detained for driving without a license would be truly hilarious.

Fortunately, nothing like that happened. Although many cars were unhappy with the van's snail-like speed and honked their horns frequently from behind,

Lin Fan thought to himself that as long as he could get home safely, it would be a victory.

As he was about to leave the city, a small truck passed by. A group of brightly colored roosters in the back of the truck caught Lin Fan's attention.

He thought for a moment, then pulled the van over to the side of the road.

Outside Li Zhuang Firewood Chicken.

A man wearing a baseball cap was carrying two large roosters into the store, with several employees helping out.

They moved back and forth, transporting the large roosters from the truck into the store.

Lin Fan stood by the roadside and watched for a while. Through the window, he saw that the restaurant was crowded with customers, with almost all the seats occupied.

Steam rose from the iron pot in the middle of the dining tables, and the rich aroma of chicken could be smelled even from outside the restaurant.

"Give me a bit of a discount, your delivery costs over two thousand yuan each time, it's really too expensive." The restaurant owner was negotiating with the man in the baseball cap, holding a ledger.

"This is expensive?"

"Boss, I don't raise the chickens myself. My purchase price isn't cheap!"

"You get what you pay for. If you want cheap ones, you can buy frozen chicken at the supermarket for eight or nine yuan a pound, and it's all cleaned up for you. Why bother buying my live chickens?"

The man in the baseball cap refused to back down and retorted a few words.

The restaurant owner grinned, "My restaurant has only been open for less than two months. If I used frozen chicken, wouldn't I be shooting myself in the foot? Customers can taste it right away. Do you think I don't want to use cheaper ones?"

"So, everyone's struggling. Customers are paying for the taste, and I'm not making much profit. All the chickens are bought from farmers in the countryside. If they were feed chickens, I wouldn't even charge you." The man in the baseball cap said decisively.

"Let's round it down to two thousand yuan."

"No way, how can you round down by one hundred and eighty yuan? I only make a few dollars on each chicken?"

The two argued for a long time, and finally settled on a price of two thousand one hundred yuan.

The man in the baseball cap grumbled, counting the money as he walked back.

Only when he opened the car door did he notice a young man following behind him, seemingly wanting to say something.

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

He looked Lin Fan up and down, fearing he was someone about to issue a parking ticket.

"Hello boss, I wanted to ask if the chickens in your car are still for sale?"

Lin Fan had observed carefully. The live chickens in the truck had bright feathers, and thick calluses on their toes, indicating they were free-range local chickens raised in the countryside.

"If you want one, I'll sell you one. But these are pure local chickens, that haven't eaten a single bit of feed, so the price is a little high," the man in the baseball cap said.